Versuri HOLY TERROR - Guardians Of The Netherworld

Protectors of forbidden places, keepers of the watchSeeing those enslavened faces, withered souls forgotten livesAtop the
perch a silent throne, the vindicating eyesBelieving their all seeing visionSaints of hell, of desperate cries

Guardians of
the Netherworld, captors of the damnedPinnacle of your disaster, the watcher on the standExiled on a lifeless steeple, appointed
from aboveA veil was placed across our browAnointed one and all, to die

A war is raging on inside us, guarded by the
hordeWith lesser gods of higher rank, prodding them to warNo Father, Son, or Holy SpiritNor defences from the foeAll are
battered, tortured, shatteredAllegiance without death is woe

Guardians of the Netherworld, captors of the damnedPinnacle of
your disaster, the watcher on the standExiled on a lifeless steeple, appointed from aboveA veil was placed across our
browAnointed one and all, to dieFor lust of life

A maelstrom of impending evil, futile fight to winTides of blackness,
pull you toward itConsuming within its doorsBoth life and death